Chapter 22 – Church (7)
Arya’s complexion deteriorated rapidly.
Even that dark expression had a subtle flavor, Ronin thought.
“What are you thinking so deeply about? Even now, there are many church members who want the sacrament of confession under the presidency of the saintess. Could it be that the benevolent saintess will turn a blind eye to these pitiful people?”
“…”
Far away
The expression on her lips as she bites her lips is pitiful.
She bit so hard that drops of blood ran down her lips.
Ronin felt a sense of euphoria.
Yes she is that face
That face that is messed up.
She felt a sense of exhilaration running through her body.
To Ronin, Arya is like a small flower blooming on a cliff.
Because she grew up in a precarious place, she is a flower that draws more attention.
Some say that the reason why flowers are beautiful is that they will eventually die.
Well, Ronin thought differently.
The reason why flowers are beautiful is that they endure countless pains for the beauty of one season.
It sprouts from the cold, hard soil.
Enduring harsh rain and wind.
The flower buds that were formed after a lot of patience.
And the flowers that bloom from the buds have a bright and brilliant appearance.
The flower that grew up in this way was an overcoming of trials just by its existence, a hymn that rose over arduous adversity, and a desperate sublimity that did not give in to the oppression of foreign powers.
Yes.
It was a beautiful ‘thing’ only because it had passed through trials and endured harsh waves.
Although her whole body is full of scars, she is noble and possesses purity.
What a contradictory beauty this is.
To Ronin, Arya was such a special existence.
However, the difference is that while ordinary people admire the flower that they have worked so hard to bloom, in the case of Ronin, they feel a strong desire to tear off the flower’s head.
Think about it.
What if Aria, who had endured that harsh situation, suddenly fell into disrepair.
If he couldn’t accept her pain and despair and howled.
Where can such a desperate thing be?
Bishop Ronin trembled in his thoughts.
Just thinking about it is good.
He was thrilled by the immoral situation of destroying her own child, whom he had carefully raised.
“Don’t hesitate and go.”
Ronin put a hand on Arya’s shoulder.
Arya let out a sigh instead of resisting her.
Be patient
It’s a story that needs to be endured until Mr. Einstein returns.
Didn’t you come with that in mind?
Aren’t you used to it?
This kind of thing.
“It’s been a while, isn’t it?”
Arya ignored him and walked away.
The ronin grinned, raised his hand, and gave him a slap.
Shit.
Her head turned after being slapped on the cheek.
As if her legs had loosened up, she sat down in her place and looked at Ronin in a dumbfounded state.
“Lady. You must answer.”
“… Yes, sorry.”
She was oblivious for a moment.
How sadistic this person is.
* * *
We arrived at the darkroom that exists underground.
There were many familiar people there.
Beginning with Cardinal Mavlov, the bishops who have been intermingled over the years.
Did Einstein really intend to commit gang rape while he was in the holy sword test?
Ronin whispered beside him.
“Now, shouldn’t we show these lowly people the noble body of the saintess?”
It was a creepy voice, like a snake climbing up your forearm.
Yes, do as you say.
It’s less painful that way.
He pulled his sincerity up to her knees up to her navel.
The white underwear that covered her immaculate thighs and secret area revealed itself.
Then some men let out a voice of admiration.
“You’ve grown even more attractive!”
“As expected of a saintess, my blood is already rushing!”
“It must be a blessing from the Goddess of Erotic Love!”
Arya thought.
Does this squirrel look admirable?
Isn’t it like an item from an auction house?
She came miserably at her own absurdity.
When she even thought of the future of being harassed by them, her nausea rose up.
Her heart thumped, her heart thumped.
You just have to bear with this.
Why?
As long as I’ve endured it so far.
Even though I felt like dying, I endured it.
Why is it so painful?
Regardless of Arya’s condition, the bishops began talking among themselves.
Low-level stories about who would do it first and how to bully her this time went up and down in her mouth.
After Cardinal Mallow cleared his throat a few times, the hum died down.
Mavlov made a sly expression and spoke softly.
“I really missed you, saintess.”
Arya was silent.
It was because she couldn’t afford to answer him.
Because her chest was tight like a stone had been placed on it.
Because it sucks and hurts.
Mavlov, who found this strange, looked at Ronin.
Ronin acted straight away.
Shit.
Arya gets slapped by her once again.
Still, she didn’t open her mouth.
Arya’s hand, which held her sincerity pulled up to her belly button, trembled.
Then, she let go of the hem of the castle she was holding.
Her immaculate thighs and her white underwear were hidden again in sincerity.
Marvlov asks about his unusual behavior.
“… Are you having any problems?”
Arya shuddered slightly.
You have to be patient.
I have to be patient.
I can’t stand it.
Einstein.
Sorry for you
I don’t think I’ll be honest with you.
I don’t want to just accept and adapt to this situation.
Arya drew in her breath, and she exhaled in a mournful tone.
She thought she could bear it.
She thought she could bear it.
However, her cold reality felt even colder because of the warmth she had learned through Einstein.
I wish I hadn’t known from the beginning.
She tasted hope to the point of being cruel.
Thanks to Einstein and his consideration and care, the wounds began to heal.
Is that why?
Ironically, Arya’s threshold was lowered.
The girl who had been able to endure because she had no hope was now in a state she could not bear because she had hope.
“I don’t like it anymore, to be subjected to such a thing.”
She clearly expressed her refusal.
A trivial resistance uttered in a trembling voice.
Ronin felt her fluff stand on end at this girl’s remark.
Alas, as expected, sending Arya outside was an appropriate action.
Isn’t it a historic moment when she, who was energized by her bravery, finally re-established her resistance, which had been castrated!
To give in to that trivial resistance, to break it down.
It was something Ronin could not stand.
While everyone in the room was silent, Ronin opened his mouth.
“Are you serious?”
“… Even now, it’s not too late.”
Yes.
It’s not too late.
As I was comforting myself, I glared at all the people gathered here.
“I won’t be degraded to your plaything anymore.”
The obedient saintess revealed this.
Of course, there was no way to get a good response.
There was only uncomfortable silence in the darkroom.
Ronin opened his mouth again.
“It’s nice that you think so, but I’m curious about what caused you to make that decision. Did the warrior-nim encourage you to do that?”
Aria’s shoulders trembled slightly at her words of being her hero.
Seeing that reaction, Ronin continued.
“It seems that you are right. But do you know the warrior? It means that the saintess received the affection of this man and that man.”
“… Shut up.”
“If the hero gets to know such a saint… , Yes. I think you’re going to get that feeling, the underlying rejection. Doesn’t anyone use an ashtray as a side dish? Even if you wipe it clean, the perception that contained the filth is deeply rooted.”
You are a lump of filth
Arya’s eyes died when he said such a nuance.
“Shut up.”
Aria, who only says shut up like a parrot.
It was too easy for the ronin to tease her with her words when her reason was faltering.
“Now I’m only going to allow my body to one person, that’s fine. It’s not a waste to call her a virtuous woman. You have a good mindset, but Holy Lady. Even so, doesn’t that mean that this man and that man did not have their crotch open?”
Each word was a sharp blade.
It was the same opinion as Arya’s been thinking all along, so it was inadvertently understandable.
No matter how much she tries to pretend to be clean, no matter how much she tries to wrap herself up.
You’re not a saint or anything, you’re just a slut.
“… Ugh.”
It was Aria who shuddered at her contempt.
Ronin felt lovable even in that way.
“And your refusal is of no avail. Just do what needs to be done.”
“Do you think the hero would stay still if he knew this?”
It was the most intimidating thing she could do in her own way.
“I ask the other way around. Do you think he would move for a woman like you?”
“He will move you.”
“Then let’s make a bet. Whether he will help you even when he sees you struggling with pleasure, or not.”
Arya couldn’t speak.
How did you show it like that?
“… That’s.”
“Aren’t you confident?”
None.
Who would love me for groaning obscenely indulging in pleasure?
I can’t love myself either.
The ronin stared at Cardinal Mablov with a clean face.
Seeing that inorganic gaze, Marvlov also swallowed his saliva for an instant.
“Your Excellency Cardinal, things almost went awry, but please proceed as planned.”
“Hmm, that’s right.”
What was your original plan?
Arya looked at Bishop Ronin with an anxious gaze.
He just smiled.
Mableoff raised his voice.
“Come in.”
“Ah, father. Is it too dark in here?”
Arya held her breath.
Why am I hearing this voice here?
Ronin whispered as he stroked Aria’s cheek.
“Didn’t you want to reveal your heart? Dear Makarov followers.”
Why do you do this
It was Makarov who entered the darkroom.
He was the next person I didn’t want to be taught this reality after Einstein.
